Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
When they were out together, there was no getting away from what he was. Even as he tried to give her as normal a life as possible, it was still there. He was a king, a boss, and to many he was everything. She was nothing.
There were women who vied for his attention. She saw them attempt to give him their numbers. He never took them. Carson always scrunched up the piece of paper and tossed it back at them, offended by them trying to take him.
Willow couldn’t help but smile as he always had a sweet look for her.
They finished closing the shop and Carson had already arrived to pick her up. She also noticed Peter, the driver, was with them as well.
Miley moved away from her side and immediately went to Peter’s and Willow watched the two embrace. Peter kissed Miley passionately and then opened the front passenger door.
Carson held his hand out to her, and she took it. She slid into the car, moving over to the far seat, and she saw that the partition was already up.
“Is Miley … Peter’s wife?” Willow asked.
“Yes, I thought I told you,” he said.
“No, you didn’t tell me. That would have been something I very much remembered. I was wondering where you found her.”
“Peter heard me ask one of my guys to find a competent woman with experience within the sewing community, and he asked if his wife could come for an interview. I told him she had to bring proof of her sewing experience. It turns out she makes a lot of their clothes and she’s obsessed with sewing. She wanted to find similar work, where she could explore her sewing. I met her, saw how motherly she was, and figured she would be a good choice. If you don’t want her, I can find someone else. From what Peter has been telling me, it’s been a great fit.”
“No, it’s fine, honestly, she’s amazing and the customers love her. We all do. There’s nothing wrong with her.”
“But?”
“No buts, she’s a perfect fit.” Willow smiled and then rested her head on his shoulder. “I missed you today.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything is fine.” She closed her eyes, feeling so incredibly tired. Willow wanted to tell him about her suspicions, but for tonight she would just enjoy his company without the stress of wondering if he was going to get rid of her the moment he got bored. It was a crazy thought, but it was one she couldn’t seem to shake.
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Carson didn’t know how to get Willow to admit she had skipped her cycle. Since they had been together, she’d not had one, not since they started to have sex, and certainly not after.
He made sure to make love or to fuck her every chance he got, keeping up with his promise to Lauren by allowing Willow to experience everything. There was a lot to add to her list, including sex in his office at his nightclub. They had also enjoyed each other in a restaurant bathroom as well. Admittedly, the dress she had worn had been indecent, and he couldn’t wait to be inside her. Men had admired her that night and he had loved it, knowing she was his. Willow hadn’t even noticed the stares, she had been completely oblivious to them.
He’d taken her everywhere, creating new memories, from the zoo, to the park, to nightclubs, to restaurants.
Willow came into the bedroom and she looked pale. “Can we stay in tonight?” she asked.
“I think we need to talk.”
She stopped, her back going ramrod straight. “What do we need to talk about?”
Carson reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the pregnancy test kit he’d found. “I know you haven’t had your cycle, Willow.”
“You brought a home pregnancy test?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I think we both need to know the answer,” he said.
Willow clasped her fingers together. “Are you sure you want to know that kind of answer?”
“I want to know.”
“But—”
He got to his feet and stepped toward her, cupping her cheek and tilting her head back. “What are you afraid of?” he asked, running his thumb across her cheek.
“I’m not afraid.”
“Then let us take this test, together, and we can see if we’re pregnant or not.” He held the kit up, and Willow stared at it as if she was afraid. “Tell me.”
“What if it … changes everything?” she asked.
“What could it possibly change?”
“We never promised each other forever,” she said. “And there are always women waiting for you, wanting you.”
“Willow, are you jealous?” he asked.
He had noticed women still giving him their numbers, even when he was with Willow. Not once did he take anything they offered. His heart, his fucking soul, belonged to Willow. He was at her feet all the time, fucking begging for whatever attention she would give him. No other woman even compared to her.